syncopated.

casually dressed & deep in conversation 2

what they talk about in the bedroom when the children are fast asleep

a poem to be read in a whisper

"I don't think she fails on purpose."
"Nowadays my knees can tell me when it's going to rain."
"Do you think they're asleep yet? I can hear them giggling."
"You know our neighbours threw away their plants? Even that tall Japanese bamboo."
"What was that?"
"Would you like to go to KL this December? We could buy you some scarves."
"Just now your sister made comments about our kitchen."
"It's nothing, someone threw a bottle down the rubbish chute."
"Did you have to beat him so hard?"
"Do you think if we had a house like that we'd be happy?"
"Ever since I married you there's been nothing but money problems."
"Your aunt has lost so much weight, I wonder how she did it."
"I worked at the floors since morning, can you smell the Dettol?"
"Admit it, you love your son more than your daughter."
"Who were you talking to on the phone just now?"
"Don't talk facing that side. I can't hear you."
"Don't touch me like that."
"Can you hear me like this?"
"I need sleep. I can't sleep. I need my sleep."
"Goodnight. Goodnight."
"Wake up, wake up, I think I hear something."
"That was me."
"That wasn't you. What are you saying?"
"No, that was me, yes."

-Alfian Sa'at, No Other City

. . .

And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time

And the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives

-Simon & Garfunkel

Strummed at 8:42 PM (x)

casually dressed & deep in conversation

Layla, you got me on my knees.  Layla,
I'm begging darling please.  Layla,
Darling, won't you ease my worried mind?

. . .

(in the gym, colin has a serious chat about the regularity of his training sessions.)

trainer: so i will expect you to come for gym twice a week. must come ah. else i'll call you.

(colin's face fails to hide his disappointment.)

colin (reluctant): walao. i got school you know. not easy to keep with work leh.

trainer: serves you right what, who ask you want to go AG, now we must take special vip care of you like this right.

interesting way of looking at things.

-casually dressed & deep in conversation

anyway peter logan has decided that one gym session per week is no better than not going at all. now all i'm supposed to do is give him a ring whenever i decide to venture up mt. faber, and perhaps he would try to accompany me.

somehow its kinda funny, thinking of all the effort put into making us fitter, stronger, world class sailors, with things like

v02max test
maximal strength test
hiking test
3km weekly run test
hypertrophy
advance training squads
part time coaches lol
training logs
physiotherapists, pyschologists
inspirational/motivational speeches by adrian
posters hung up all around nsc

and yet at the end of another sorely-lacking-in-breeze sort of day, seng leong, weiguo and i still find it a struggle to make significant, visible improvements in training. it's just a tad depressing to see people hiking out and working hard and getting ahead of you while you stare in wonder from a static position.

i'm supposed to be light for the radial. haha... sigh. poor seng leong.

on the same extreme we have steven lefevre up in the top 5 of the qingdao test races.

it's a crazy sport for crazy people.

Strummed at 11:51 PM (x)

the big machine

Ecstasy is all you need
Living in the big machine now,
Oh you're so vain,
Now your world is way too fast,
Nothing's real and nothing lasts,
And I'm aware
I'm in love but you don't care.

I'm torn in pieces,
I'm blind and waiting for
My heart is reeling,
I'm blind and waiting for you.

"Constantly Occuring Lots In News,
Can't Help Enchanting Numerous Girls...?"
- Michelle

deep is the abyss where the waters run
...doesn't even matter
nothing does matter.

. . .

and in true british fashion, 65daysofstatic has left me blown away, hanging from the clouds.

- aren't we all running?

Strummed at 6:01 PM (x)

splendour of explosions

a proper school week, ending with a relaxing friday morning. it's been hectic, but i think i can see myself finally able to keep up with work. i shall pull through.

i've had some time to reveal some of the highlights of my recent happy travels.

Strummed at 11:22 AM (x)

tribute to tunes

this post is dedicated to the genius of composition, progression, orginality, and the tuneful ear.

optimistic fake plastic trees life in a
glass house bulletproof... i wish i
was paranoid android high and dry kid a

2+2=5

there there airbag go
to sleep a wolf at the door

true love waits

subterranean homesick alien no
surprises knives out
sail to the moon
where i end and you begin street spirit
(fade out)
idioteque karma police i might be wrong

exit music (for a film)

no, this is not nonsense. perhaps, it's just that the sky is exploding,

and i gotta do something about it.

is the artist still trapped, alone, in his arcadium? glittering in the blackness?

Take all of me
The desires
That keep burning deep inside
Cast them all away
And help to give me strength
To face another day 

ok, now i'm satisfied.

Strummed at 9:41 AM (x)